THE DUKE OF WINDSOR
thing round his neck that might once have been a collar."
On August 15 the Duke of Devonshire welcomed the Prince
in Canada. A little more than two months later he was back
in Montreal, having travelled no less than 10,000 miles, by
railway, car and steamer. He visited fifty towns; he attended
hundreds of receptions and made hundreds of speeches. This
was the strain put upon a young man who knew no world
of experience beyond Osborne, Oxford and the battlefields.
He attended Indian pow-wows, cowboy stampedes and dances,
and he won the hearts of everybody in Saskatoon when he
jumped on a broncho's back and remained there, in fierce con-
flict, for several minutes. He shook hands with mayors and he
inspected Scouts and veterans. At Banff, the last frail remnant
of the Indian people came and danced about him. Their chief,
Young Thunder, addressed him in a few picturesque phrases
and elected him as the white chief, Morning Star. "Accept
this Indian suit, the best we have/* he said. When the head-
dress of rich and beautiful feathers had been placed on the
Prince's head, he smiled and shook Young Thunder's hand.
Out in the west the Prince found the new prairie towns
which had sprung up so quickly that they seemed unreal and
unsafe. It was summer time when he went there, on the
tremendous train which carried him to the foot of the Rockies.
He paused at Calgary, where, soon afterwards, he was to buy
a ranch and therefore become a Canadian land owner. In
the years that followed, Calgary became innocently vain be-
cause the Prince of Wales's ranch was nearby.
"This is the Prince of Wales's town, you know/' they used
to say. "His ranch is here, sixty miles out. It's his retiring-
place, you know. He loves riding out over the rolling Alberta
hills. He comes here to rest with us when you English have
worked him to a frazzle. He comes right out here, and he just
crawls under a fence if a photographer happens to find him,
and he makes friends with everyone, and he just buys his big
hats in our stores, and—well—he's one of us."
In Montreal he addressed the French Canadians: "The
union of the two races in Canada was never a matter of mere
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